The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-10-01
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getically, and the folks were stupid
and stiff. y
She has removed the swaddling
cloak while speaking, and now hangs
it on the wall. Divesting her feet of
the overshoes, she sits down III the
rocker by the table. In momentary
spasm of weakness, nineteen years be-
fore, Frederic Bolton had yielded to
temptation and married pretty little
country girl, as innocent as she was
pretty. He had hardly had time to de-
eide in his own mind whether he most
approved or disapproved the hasty ac-
ton on his part when his wife died,
leaving daughter as the sole token of
her affection. Loo was this child.
"Then you did not enjoy yourself?"
says Eolton presently.
Il was overlooked; made to feel that
| was with the people, but not of
them. l will not voluntarily expose
myself to a repetition of that kind
again
Never mind 1t is past; let it go.
To recall anything that has happened is
novel again 81 thought really did
that Loo Bolton could hold her
own with the best of them; the up
starts.
And so l can" Loo cries indig
nantly.
well, then don't complain"
Loo, big-eyed and palefaced, looks
almost eontemptuously at her worthy
parent. She puts her hand in her
pocket, takes q parcel therefrom, and
losses it without further ado toward
Bolton. "The postman gave me let
ter, and as | came up, | found the
maid standing outside the door with the
weekly bill. F"
Mr.. Bolton hates bills, or he would
hate them could his careless, ease
loving disposition feel as strong and
positive an emotion as that of hatred.
AS it is, and to put the case mildly, he
Is constitutlonally opposed to anything
that savors Of separation with any OF
his cash in hand.
SO, Mr.. Bolton apparently most in
terested in the weekly bill, examines
that first, giving it the closest atten-
ton.
Mr. Bolton had discovered in the
course of his various peregrinations
that it takes certain amount of ready
cash to procure even the discomforts of
third-rate lodging house, and expert
ence had taught him that it behooved
him to keep an eye on the weekly &C
count.
SO he now scanned with critical
air the items set forth opposite the col
umn of figures Evidently the items
fol
captious Mr.. Bolton puts the bin down
at last on the table without making any
erasures.
He groans, and beats the Devils
Tattoo" with his fingers. L suppose
it is all correct, says he at last. Loo,
get out the money. You'll find it in
the pocket of my dress coat"
Loo fetches the dress-coat from the
peg in the closet, produces the pocket
book and passes it over to her father.
The purse is flat enough, the dear
knows
Mr.. Bolton groans again as he fishes
out the amount required by his land
lady.
Where more money is to come from
when his depleted exchequer shall give
out eulITeIy, Is d coHuHuruu tHaG lie
does not try to solve at present.
To think about it is to anticipate
trouble This he declines to do.
Mr.. Bolton never anticipates any
thing save his creditors. Were getting
down to the bottom dollar, Loo" says
her father after a bit, as he contem-
plates the few notes remaining in the
purse. And when we spend the bot
tom dollar, I'll have to blow my brains
out with pistol. 1 can't live without
money"